Meanwhile, in London, a man is running through alleyways panting erratically as if Death itself was right behind him. He couldn't be more accurate. As the man turns the next corner he trips over a bum trying to sleep.

"Oof! ...Blimey.. Oi! Can't chya see I'm trying to sleep 'ere!"

The man looks bewildered at the bum, too terrified to reply. Then, the sound of heavy footsteps begin to grow louder and louder. The man shrieks in terror and the half-drunk bum just becomes more confused. Finally, the terrified man jumps up to run in the opposite direction when he crashes into what seems like an iron wall.

"Going somewhere?"

A cool, unmercifully calm voice rings out in the alleyway. The bum is staring up in awe and bewilderment as the source of the voice as well as the "iron wall" stares down at the now crying running man.

"P-Please... Don't-"

"Save you pleas for God, Michael, that's the only person who will hear you out now."

The sobbing man looks up eyes wide at his attacker, a young man with long silver hair and an impossibly long katana.

"I will ask you only once more... Where is he?"

"P...Please... he's only a boy-"

The silver-haired swordsmen grows a wild look in his eye and grabs the terrified man by the neck almost breaking it.

"He is hardly a child anymore! He will be sixteen this year... On his way to becoming a man. A powerful one..."

The swordsmen looks down, as if somehow pained by this thought. Then he drops the man and hides his eyes behind his hair.

"If you fail to answer me again..."

He lifts up his right palm and a dark pull of energy begins to form, slowly pulling in the air around it.

"...then I will lead you to Oblivion."

The dark ball begins to grow larger and more powerful, now sucking in everything in the alleyway. The bum manages to hang onto a light pole but the crying man only has the cold ground to grab. His nails are slowly torn off as he is dragged toward the mini-black hole in the swordsman's hand.

"Tell me where he is, Michael!"

"Alright! Alright! He's... in Japan! He moved to Tokyo 6 years ago! Just please, don't kill me!!"

The swordsmen chuckles, closing his eyes.

"Sorry, Michael... You were dead the minute I laid eyes on you."

"WHAT!? NOOOOOOO!!"

The crying man is dragged into the black hole screaming. Opening his eyes, the swordsmen spots the bum.

"W-who the bloody 'ell are ya!?"

The man closes his eyes again, then opens them madly making the black hole's pull grow tenfold. The bum loses his grip and flies toward the swordsmen, raising his blade to for the bum to land into. The blade pierces his chest, blood pouring the bum's mouth. In his final moments, the swordsmen peers into his eyes.

"I am... The Ghost."

He then flings the bum off his blade and into the blackhole, closing it after he is entirely swallowed by it. Then, the Ghost grows a very sad and somber expression.

"I will finally be able to see you again... Matt."

The Ghost walks into the darkness, and disappears into the night.

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Marcus sighes when he looks at the two plane tickets in his hand. He looks up at a yellow taxi coming his way. He is holding a bag with all his things, and he stands just outside a japanese airport. The taxi pulls up and he sees Matt get out of it. "Hey!!!" With excitement Mark gives his friend a hug and helps him get his bags out of the taxi. "You ready for New York?" He says with a smile.

Matt buries his face into his shoulder hugging him tightly. Then he rushes over to the taxi and starts getting his bags. His light blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight look up at Mark as he bends over to get his stuff from the trunk.

Elated, Matt crawls on all fours over Marks lap brushing against it slightly. He then presses his smiling face against the window peering out at the airport runway. His eyes start reflecting the sun, making them shimmer. Giddy with happiness, he gently wraps his arm under Mark's still peering out the window.

As the plane begins to take off, Matt immediately grabs Mark's hand tightly. He feels the pressure on his chest as the plane begins to get airborne. Finally, the plane flies off the runway and soars into the sky. As they fly other the country, Matt looks excitedly out the window for an hour. Then feeling tired, he promptly rests his head on Mark's shoulder almost purring like a kitten.

The plane suddenly splits in two, and two men in black suits are seen outside, one holding the other, who has his hands out towards the plane. Not them again..."Matt common!" Mark gets up and starts making his way to the emergency exit on the back of the plane. He opens the door to see the ground below them."Perfect."He quitely says, and holds Matt's hand as he leans out and falls off the plane.

As they fly through the air, the ground bcomes more and more closer to them. "Just a lil bit closer..." And as they get close to the ground, Mark put out his hand and the ground begins to form upwards at them, eventually forming a very sleak slide-like object, in which Mark land with matt and begind slidding down it, eventually ending on the ground with lil to no damage.